Looking at the mirror
I could only see traces of my pains...
Of my wounds that never heals...
Of the time gone by...
Of the memories
of all my tears...
Looking at the mirror
I could not see a trace
of a morrow...
Of a day and a time
When my tears
will dry...
Looking once again
at the mirror
I can see my soul
pleading for hope
For a day...
For a morrow...
Manuelle Augustine
No comments:
Post a Comment